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Chapter 2

  "Push yourself because no one else is going to do it for you." ~Anonymous
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  That's when the door opened.

  Inside awaited me an oak table, able to fit three people on each of it's lengthier sides, and one on each end. At the far end of the room was an old, dusty, chalkboard. I set the candle down with a soft clink into the middle of the table. The floor in here was metal, so every step I took sounded like a bomb going off. Without much light to use, I carefully managed to walk around the chairs to my spot, the last chair in the row on the right of the table.

  Even though the place was rid of any other living being than myself, I knew I wasn't alone.

  "So I've heard that Order 322 is working on the investigation for The Elite." I spoke aloud, seemly to no one.

  Order 322, also known as The Order, Skull and Bones, or the Brotherhood of Death, was an organization that started around the year of 1832. They recently have picked up on the case for the not-so-new conspiracy theory on The Elites. The Elites, also known as Reptilian Elites, and more formally known as "Annunaki". The theory officially erupted in the year 1976 and was based around the thought of higher-classmen, or so called "rich" and "famous" people, coming from another planet, or reptiles trying to manipulate the fate of humanity. So basically all the "rich" and "famous" people were trying to control us. This included Queen Elizabeth, Henry Kissinger, George W. Bush, and many others. Although it hasn't been looked upon officially until 1976, there have been many cave drawings and theories dating all the way back to the B.C. (Before Christ) times.

  Sworms of dust clustered together in the vacant seats, turning then from dust, to flesh.

  "You're correct, Agent James, they have reestablished the fact of Annunaki's existance," said the lady sitting calmly at the end of the table.

  Her name was Josephine White. She wore an old and frail grey striped suit. She looked like she was around her mid-60's, so her used to be curly, bleach blonde hair now is mostly streaks of silver and grey.

  "Should we look into it, Madam White?" I asked, solemnly.

  "No, not yet. We shall keep their matters in their hands, for now. Unless something else sparks interest towards our goal, we shall keep focused on developing a plan. Anyone have any news they found out?"

  "The number of murderers is increasing greatly. Most reports say they found the bodies dead. There were no witnesses for any of them, nor any murderers found, yet. They speak only of one thing. Each body is engraved with an "X" on their backs, etched out through the skin of the victims. All of the victims had this, Madam White, what organization do you assume was responsible?" An elderly man, in his late 70's, asked politely. He had many scars on his face, to many to count on your fingers, and his left eye had a whitish film covering the iris, thus another effect from all his experimental projects when he used to work as a Forensic Scientist. Let's just say an experiment to devolve brain cells from thousands of years ago didn't work very well.

  "Why didn't you notify me of this crucial information sooner, Sir Blois? Therefore we could have started the meeting sooner and we would have drawn out a plan, or at least the base of one."

  "Detective Clement Dean Houston just signalled me before the meeting started, Madam White."

  "Very well. I suppose we shall start on our scheme for what we shall do first."

  "I say we contact the tech and health provision and get them started on running blood and DNA samples. We don't have much time. I heard the skins cells disintegrate from any skin to skin contact with other homo sapiens," a middle-aged Australian guy stated.

  "Indeed, Agent Li Wang. Agent Walter Lee and Sir Ji Xiang, I want you to go contact the provision quarters stat. We can't lose anymore time," Josephine White demanded.

  Almost immediately after Madam White gave the other men's orders, they spiraled into dust then swept up into the air and vanished.

  "Agent James, I need you to report to where the last murder was cited. I need you to bring back any evidence you can find and run them for tests of any sort. We all know that this isn't normal murder. I would say that someone is trying to spread a virus, but we all know it isn't SARS, or corona, or Black Death, or Cholera, or AIDS, or Ebola. Report back to me immediately, once you find out any useful information."

  "Yes, Madam White," I stated while getting out of my seat and heading towards the heavy, iron, door, picking up my candle on the way.